Yea art standing in a forest glade, in the full, unshadowed light of the afternoon sun; and all that remained of the dismal castle tis the lichen-mantled tomb that stands open beside yea. The others art a little distance away; and yea run to them. Thy Companions art dazed with wonderment, like ones who emerge from the nightlong labyrinth of an evil dream, and finds that all 'tis well.
